My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

Jason placed one of my medication bottles beside a whiskey bottle.

Then rearranged it because the first photograph apparently did not look convincing enough.

That detail chilled me.

They were not panicking.

They were composing.

PART 5 — WHAT I THOUGHT THEY WANTED

At first, I believed the plan ended with guardianship.

Stage my house.

Photograph it.

File a report.